Tales of Faerun

[gaminggriffin]

Name: Hawk.

Race: Human.

Age: 24.

Class: Ranger, rouge.

Alignment: Chaotically Good.

Deity: Tyr.

Place of Origin: Neverwinter.

Appearance: Average Appearance, Few mild Scars, green eyes, long black loose hair and light a stubble, his height is 6'2'', he is also fairly muscular.

Armor/Clothing: Black Leather armor, Steel left arm plate, Red damaged cloak and hood, Black gloves and brown boots.

Weapon: Longswords are his main weapon choice, crossbow as a secondary and a silver dagger as a side arm.

Personality: honorable and trustworthy, Hawk acts against desecration of life, slavery, murder and injustice. hawk will go to any length to protect another's life, Not one for jokes, He is very serious.

History: growing up in an orphanage in neverwinter's less desirable slums, Hawk was always an outcast , always being seen as stranger to the other children and ridiculed, hawk always dreamed of what it was like outside, what the sun felt and looked like, what trees were like, eventually, he was tired of always being seen as an outsider, at the age of nine he saw a perfect chance to finally escape the orphanage threw a open window, he slowly climbed down and ran, not looking back he was alone in the city, on the second day of leaving the orphanage he was starting feel hunger and cold, with no place to shelter himself he saw a roaring fire with a group of beggars around it, they welcomed him join them, after talking with them hawk asked if he could join them and the beggars accepted, for years hawk helped them rob the richer homes to feed themselves, he saw how cruel the rich were, beating there slaves and workers, for eight years hawk robbed the rich, one day the group broke into one of the more powerful family's in the city. they started collecting the most valuable item there, not know the family was inside, one of them went upstairs, when the owners wife saw him she scream in horror, the beggar took out a dagger sliced her throat, as hawk saw the body he tried to help her, the others ran, leaving him there, hearing the scream two guards enter the house seeing hawk next to the body they attacked, hawk ran until he was out of the city, he traveled to the forests of neverwinter where he saw the many kinds of peaceful animals. for years he learned many things there, he helped people on the roads and stopped bandits, he had finally found a home.

Edited March 12, 2013 by gaminggriffin

[mythicdawnmaster]

Okay, before i post Xallistine's discoveries, is Jaxions stuff true? (i'm afraid i am rather lost as to who he is ;D )

Edited March 11, 2013 by mythicdawnmaster

[josh900]

Yep, he's telling the truth. But like he said, doesn't have a clue to which parent he's related to. It'll make sense soon enough.

[AurianaValoria1]

Hey there, gaminggriffen...glad to see you are interested in joining the RP. However, would you mind adding a little more detail to your character sheet, especially in the areas of appearance, armor/clothing, and personality?

[mythicdawnmaster]

^

Indeed I have to agree with Auri here, it would indeed help me visualize and understand your character a lot better (and generally make things a hundred times easier for us all) if he had a good, solid character sheet. :happy:

[DracoRazgriz]

Hey guys, I'm just popping in briefly to inform you that I'll likely be returning to the Rp tomorrow. I'm sorry to have disappeared on ya, but I was away from home for a bit, had a close family friend over during the weekend, my regular busy schedule as usual or just completely swamped with other pursuits the last few days. After I get home from my pseudo-work (volunteering gig*) tomorrow at some point I'll read and get caught up with ToF.

 

Again, my apologies on just up and disappearing like that.

Edited March 12, 2013 by DracoRazgriz

[gaminggriffin]

Name: Hawk.

 

Race: Human.

 

Age: 24.

 

Class: Ranger.

 

Alignment: Chaotically Good.

 

Deity: Tyr.

 

Place of Origin: Neverwinter.

 

Appearance: Average Appearance, Few mild Scars, green eyes, long black loose hair and light a stubble, his height is 6'2'', he is also fairly muscular.

 

Armor/Clothing: Black Leather armor, Steel left arm plate, Red damaged cloak and hood, Black gloves and brown boots.

 

Weapon: Longswords are his main weapon choice, crossbow as a secondary and a silver dagger as a side arm.

 

Personality: honorable and trustworthy, Hawk acts against desecration of life, slavery, murder and injustice. hawk will go to any length to protect another's life, Not one for jokes, He is very serious.

 

History: growing up in an orphanage in neverwinter's less desirable slums, Hawk was always an outcast , always being seen as stranger to the other children and ridiculed, hawk always dreamed of what it was like outside, what the sun felt and looked like, what trees were like, eventually, he was tired of always being seen as an outsider, at the age of nine he saw a perfect chance to finally escape the orphanage threw a open window, he slowly climbed down and ran, not looking back he was alone in the city, on the second day of leaving the orphanage he was starting feel hunger and cold, with no place to shelter himself he saw a roaring fire with a group of beggars around it, they welcomed him join them, after talking with them hawk asked if he could join them and the beggars accepted, for years hawk helped them rob the richer homes to feed themselves, he saw how cruel the rich were, beating there slaves and workers, for eight years hawk robbed the rich, one day the group broke into one of the more powerful family's in the city. they started collecting the most valuable item there, not know the family was inside, one of them went upstairs, when the owners wife saw him she scream in horror, the beggar took out a dagger sliced her throat, as hawk saw the body he tried to help her, the others ran, leaving him there, hearing the scream two guards enter the house seeing hawk next to the body they attacked, hawk ran until he was out of the city, he traveled to the forests of neverwinter where he saw the many kinds of peaceful animals. for years he learned many things there, he helped people on the roads and stopped bandits, he had finally found a home.

Is this any good? ^^ and how do I start?

Edited March 12, 2013 by gaminggriffin

[AurianaValoria1]

Much, much better! :smile:

 

Ideally, you would read the RP to catch up on events and get an overall feel of where we're going with the story - but I do realize it is a lot to read, so maybe just the last ten to fifteen pages? When you feel comfortable with posting, you can either start by introducing your character directly to the group or by starting Hawk on his own and meeting up with the group later.

 

A link to the main RP is on the first page of the discussion.

Edited March 12, 2013 by AurianaValoria1

[gaminggriffin]

Much, much better! :smile:

 

Ideally, you would read the RP to catch up on events and get an overall feel of where we're going with the story - but I do realize it is a lot to read, so maybe just the last ten to fifteen pages? When you feel comfortable with posting, you can either start by introducing your character directly to the group or by starting Hawk on his own and meeting up with the group later.

 

A link to the main RP is on the first page of the discussion.

Thanks for the help :thumbsup:.

[mythicdawnmaster]

Well... 'tis time to say goodbye to Mireth, i never could connect with her as a character... but hello to her replacement! I think for the time being we should just pretend she never happened (She never actually did anything, aside from speak a few lines when she first met the group again ;D )

 

 

Name: Siran

Race: Aasimar

Age: 25

Class: Harper Agent

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Deity: Deneir and Milil

Place of Origin:

Appearance: Siran has beautiful, effeminate features about his face, often being mistaken for a young woman with shining platinum hair. His hair shines with an almost metallic quality as it hangs down his back and shoulders in silky tresses. Siran’s eyes are seductive and enticing, a soft, blue-grey, he differs from others of his kind in that they are not orbs of solid colour, rather, he has irises. Siran’s body is slender and thin, again adding to his feminine appearance, but his torso and midriff are well toned, with small, but athletic muscles. He has no bodily hair, and no facial hair, his skin perfectly soft. Siran is very long limbed and has large hands and feet, which seem to fit with the rest of him in harmony. He stands at 6ft2, and weighs about 146lbs.

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Armor/Clothing: His most commonly worn outfit is a fine set, a cerulean silk shirt, adorned with silver embroideries and sapphire clasps, over this he wears a leather waistcoat in a darker blue, and around his neck a white cravat, tied in place with a cloth bow. Atop this he dons a long, azure cape, of the finest velvet. It bares a large symbol of a silver harp expertly embroidered into it with silken thread, featuring a grey-fox fur trim draped around his shoulders, and is fastened in place with a large, silver clasp across his upper chest. Tightly fitting black leather trousers wrap his thin legs, with brown leather boots on his feet. They feature a silver toe cap, and heel.

 

As accessories go, Siran wears a Harpers pin on the right side of his shirt, that grants him magical protection. He usually wears a moonstone pendant around his neck, and a semi-transparent chiffon sash around his waist.

Weapon: Ornate silver bow that is adorned with Sapphire plating, it has a sturdy bowstring, and is made of tough materials. His arrows rest in an azure quiver.

 

He also possesses a steel shortsword for rare close-quarters encounters.

Personality: Siran has a magnetic personality that draws people close to him, his words truthfully offer a promise of a loving friend and a caring individual. There is not an ounce of darkness within him, giving him a sort of innocence, despite the fact he has killed, and experienced much on the mature side of life. His words are soft, and his actions tender. He cares not for gender when choosing lovers. It would be hugely incorrect to state he is promiscuous or lustful, he much prefers to be a warm and comforting companion, offering soft embraces and honeyed words, than jumping into bed with those that interest him. He is fiercely loyal to those he considers friends, and would gladly die defending them, while battle is something he does not particularly enjoy, he will not shy away from it in any form. He believes hate to be a very strong word, and brands only the most diabolical with tags of hatred. One thing he cannot stand for is any kind of emotional or physical abuse inflicted on others, and hunts down evil and wrong doers as is the Harper code.

 

He has an unquenchable thirst for art and music, knowing various songs off by heart, and collecting sheets of music to practice, he often purchases pieces of art by one-off artists, ensuring they find a place to be stored and viewed in protection.

History: Siran was born to a Solar father, being a ‘New’ Aasimar, rather than a creature of diluted bloodline. His mother was a relatively poor woman, middle class at best, so growing up he did not have any kind of great fortune to fall back upon.

 

As an Aasimar, he was viewed upon with suspicion, so life was not all sunlight for him as a young child. His attempts as being empathetic and kind towards the villagers in his town were met with unresponsive answers and shooing him away. It was only the local artist that took to him, offering him lessons in painting and drawing, and teaching him the art of cartography. Every time Siran visited the ageing artist, he was told tales of the Harpers, their quest of spreading art and culture, preserving earthly wonders, and using their potent charm to assist individuals. Such a way of life, travelling on the road, drew Siran towards it, and once he hit 16, he set off to live out his dreams.

 

Being found by those he sought early into his journey, they took him in, and trained him in the arts of speech, and art it seemed that came naturally to him, and needed little practice. It was with his mentor he took up the art of the bow, and honed his skills with deadly precision.

 

Having wandered over Faerun for many years, Siran is currently residing in the Dalelands, on a mission to preserve the culture he finds, and assist the people as need be. Having picked up the trail of the Cult of the Dragon, he intends to route them if given a chance.

Edited March 17, 2013 by mythicdawnmaster